Pretty please with bacon on top.

Usually, Lou and I meet weekly for frozen yogurt and chitchat. {Pick a little. Talk a little.} But because of a recent post on her blog, we decided against the routine of yogurt, and opted to head to The BK Lounge for Bacon Sundaes. Yes. Bacon Sundaes.

I have little to say about this experience except that it was delicious. So unexpected, and yet it seemed to be the answer to most of life's quandaries. Bacon and ice cream. It seemed so simple. Why have we not been eating these for years?

After demolishing most of these little beauties, Lou clutched her hand to her heart. "Should it be hurting?" she gasped.

"Lou," I asked concernedly, "are you having a heart attack?"

"No!" She quickly polished off the rest of her ice cream.

By the end of my sundae, I was having trouble concentrating. I could physically feel sugar and fat adhering itself to the lining of my arteries. It became difficult to breathe. "But it's so good..." I said sadly to the remaining soupy dregs of my ice cream which I decided to abandon.

Now I know why we haven't been eating this for years. It's things like these that are causing the population to look more and more like the humans on Wall-E. But to be completely honest, I hope they keep these sundaes around. I feel like it's just the sort of thing to splurge on once a year...or month...or every other week...yeah.

Bacon. Sundaes. Awesome.

-KB